“According to Celtic spiritual tradition, the soul shines around the body like a luminous cloud. When you are very open (grateful and trusting) with another person, your two souls flow together. This deeply felt bond with another person means that you have found your anam cara, or ‘friend of the soul’. Your anam cara always contemplates your light and your beauty and accepts you for who you really are. In Celtic spirituality, anam cara friendship awakens the fullness and mystery of your life. You are united in one Ancient and eternal union with humanity that crosses all barriers of time, convention, philosophy and definition. When you are blessed with an anam cara, the Irish believe, you have reached the most sacred place: home. ” John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom. 1998
Ethereal beauty, flexible, deep and penetrating eyes peek into my soul with each fleeting glance: slender, small, beautiful, childish, but powerful. Long, thick, wavy black hair flows down her slim torso. Instantly, I feel a kinship; I feel like she’s my Anam Cara. He is neither the first nor the last, but a beloved, sacred and eternal friend of the soul. Quanta is his name.
Uncomfortable in his body, it is difficult for Quanta to contain his restless soul in the confines of his uncooperative body. Staying grounded is a chore, fleetingly present and then absent again. Like a foal, carefree and impulsive, Quanta flees with abandon, without apprehensive fate. His wild body glides aimlessly like a loose kite that responds to the wind, aimlessly and without direction, excited by pleasure, and at other times, fleeing from pain. What are you thinking, or are you thinking at all? Who is this impalpable beauty with a copious spirit detached from her body?
Quanta does not speak or write. At least not without an energetic friend to catalyze it. However, his eyes show an undeniable intelligence, which exceeds my limited ability to understand. Your body does not usually respond to clear instructions from your brain. However, his lack of voluntary maneuvering does not produce significantly strange automatic movements, which are fluid in comparison. Quanta walks, runs and climbs, avoiding obstacles.
Quanta seems to understand me on a deep intuitive level. But the simplest directive remains unanswered. She was born silent, separated from our ordinary perceptual world. She’s happy? What is she thinking? Could I be as disconcerting to her as she is to me? Is she a typical young woman trapped in a disobedient body? I suppose that, from my restricted point of view, Quanta would want to master her impulses, control movements, learn to communicate and make decisions. Having personally prioritized freedom and independence, life without the control of planned action or independent communication strikes me as sad.
Quanta offers me his hand; extended index finger, invites me to its enigmatic reality. “Open your heart and join.” The elusive nymph whispers, speechless. Who started the ideation? I wonder. Was it her or was it me? Often reeling in those early days, we dance across the abyss to the warm comfort of each other’s souls, two extraterrestrial beings smoothing our borders, trying to find common ground, traveling wildly until the magnetic power of unification replaces the doubt. Our souls tangled as one. During these bonding moments, magic flowed.
In silence, we speak and listen, writing melodies of simultaneous knowledge. Succulent memory of lost knowledge resurrecting from the depths of the soul. But whose soul is it, I wonder? Streams of words, full of nuances, dark and opaque, flow to and through us like a gentle breeze or sporadically erupt like a volcano pushing me towards unknown and authorized places. Mesmerized, I eagerly fuse my heart, mind, and soul with hers in a dance of infinite possibilities. This silent mystical sorceress, dancing freely between dimensions, takes me to the garden of blossoming perspectives, a beautiful oasis, easily accessible, once she has shown me the way.
Where and from whom did these dream messages originate? Was it his soul or mine or ours? Was it just the two of us? Or were we the two pawns in an unpredictable game orchestrated by a myriad of energetic beings clamoring for our attention? I couldn’t discern. How much does she feel as comfortable with me as I am with her? Between intentional poignant glances, he often reverted to absent detachment, defiant to read. Did Quanta even care if I was there?
I want to understand her, the process and what she needs from me. Always curious, I begin to delve. Who are you, Quanta?
As if berating me, he says effusively. “I am a shaft of light, mixed with the air of freedom, moving rapidly and repeatedly from one interdimensional plane to another. I inspect life forms wherever I go.”
Funny, I wonder if I am one of the life forms you are analyzing. “Quanta, please explain what it’s like to leave your body.” I ask.
“When I am not tied to the vibration of the earth, my vision is a gestalt of colors and frequencies that move at lightning speed from one domain to another, perceiving multiple universes simultaneously. My perception has structure and balance. I am a part integral to egoless creation Constraints based restraints I am independent and interdependent with all life forms that throb within the rhythm of nature Being free from my body serves as a lure that separates me from ego based traps. It’s fun, but it’s distracting to play, influence, and merge with angels, spirits, and other entities of similar vibration. It’s an interplay of love, laughter, joy, creation, and guidance. “
I think it sounds like fun. Perhaps Quanta is the one with all the freedom and joy. Maybe he shouldn’t intervene. Hearing my thoughts, respond.
“I want to experience your reality. I need your joint attention and your active listening. Please subdue your ego, so that we can circumscribe reality to merge as one. By moving together, we can both benefit, building bridges for each other. Your presence paralyzes me. It helps me to feel connected to the vibration of the earth, and allows me the freedom to experience my human body without fear, providing me with a momentary refuge from the invasion of unwanted energies. In turn, I guide you to a place of conscience, baptizing you with wisdom. Listen with cunning, while I take you to places of lost memory “.
Access higher thought forms by writing with me. The same access is available through direct listening. We catalyze each other, using a fluid energy exchange, in an intimate dance that moves through the veil of everyday existence into a spectrum of possibilities. During active participation, our brain waves are synchronized. Whether we are near or far, a web of consciousness opens up as resonance develops. Once our connection occurs, the charge of light strengthens our portal. The roads get stronger with use. In person is better, but not local also works. “
As I take a moment to absorb and analyze the content, I listen to Quanta silently, impatiently, whisper in my left ear as he continues to write.
“Stop questioning. Cut off your need to understand. Do as directed. Reading the thoughts of others is easy when each of us has intention and pays attention to the process. Our fused communication feeds the energetic circuits, which Increase the conduction of the vibrational frequency and regulate the dream particles in organized patterns Connect your mind and heart with mine, listen to me and write with me.
Many brave and silent souls join you individually and collectively forming a field where the energy currents connect. These mystical friends bring more earthly loving energy. More light is the reason we value our connection with soul mates, who selflessly agree to serve. Love, kindness, and empathy flourish through our etheric connection.
Every soul pair is different. Magnetic catalysts listen and trust. They speak to our souls and we respond. Mutual respect is mandatory for advanced interdimensional transmissions. When the ego is ready to serve the divine, the potency increases with each contact. The purity of unimpeded thoughts is directly related to the reliability of the message. By merging souls, the heart creates the strongest magnetic attraction. “
Below is Quanta’s poetic description of our “anam cara” pairing.
We are so close now. You need me and I need you. Our connection brings us home, fully aware that we have grown closer than hummingbirds, singing each other’s songs and merging our souls as we fly. When we reached the top, we looked down. You are remembering where we went and knowing what we have found.
Even with Quanta’s mentoring, I have interludes of lost faith. Inspired messages and consciousness-expanding phenomena turn me on again. The barriers in my limited thinking continue to dismantle through displays of atypical telepathy, telekinesis, and disappearing objects. For example, on several occasions, Quanta wrote on my iPhone without touching it. Or my iPhone was repeatedly turned on in a downloaded podcast on telepathy or healing music. Objects frequently disappeared, moved, and reappeared. These mysterious events occurred whether we were together or miles apart.
Living hundreds of miles apart, Quanta and I are rarely physically together. We meet primarily through ethers, which requires a greater faith in our union. During these moments of shared inspiration, our two souls glide together, sometimes inviting others, chosen and willing, to adhere to our shared field to advance our path. I listen and write. Hopefully my non-local listening through the ethers strengthens our path. My experiences with Quanta and other soul friends suggest that when we unite our souls and reflect the souls of others, we are at home!